Tsundokuslide

You know you need more bookshelves when, from a room away, you immediately recognize the sound of books sliding off the top of your chest of drawers.

Holy Cow!

OK, holey jug of cow's milk, at least.

This morning, I went over to Schnucks for a major grocery run, hauling my big wheeled tote to and from. Among other things, I bought my usual gallon jug of 1% milk. When I got home and unloaded the tote, I noticed that there was a little bit of milk in the bottom. I thought nothing of it, merely getting some paper towels to clean it.

I will admit to occasionally being slow on the uptake. This afternoon, I wanted a glass of milk with my dinner; when I got the jug out, it became obvious - even to me - that it was leaking. I won't detail the hijinks that followed; suffice it to say that, with the help of a casserole dish, my plastic coffee-filter holder, a rinsed-out but not yet recycled milk jug, and a large number of paper towels, I wound up with most of the milk safely inside an unpunctured container. Also, a section of the refrigerator which needed cleaning is now clean. Ish.

I told myself that I would be more attentive next time (if there is a next time), but I probably lied.